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Comeuppance
SEGMENT I - A Day in my Life I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as I walked home from school. I knew Mom would be at work, which meant I would be sharing the house with my sister Peyton. I hated her. On top of her nasty, undisciplined, slobbish lifestyle, she made my life a living Hell. I made straight A’s, which meant I was also doing her work, lest she punish me. And unfortunately, she grew too accustomed to tormenting me; she never stopped, even after graduating. Her form of punishment was also evil. Thanks to her atrocious diet of spicy chips & carbonated, sometimes alcoholic drinks, the farts she let out ranged from awful to atrocious. And despite being fairly dull, she knew well enough that she could torture me with them. Being her fart-slave was bad no matter what. It didn’t help that she was heavy enough to pin me down with ease, and my lack of physical activity clashed horribly with her tolerance to school-fights. Her ebony & Latina genetics gave her a fair bit of convenient-attractiveness, culminating in some chubby curves & black, flowing hair down to her midback. It helped her get into some bad crowds; junkies, sex-pests, and the group she used to hang out with before they graduated that would pick on me. Despite being out of school for a couple years now, Peyton still lived at home with me & Mom. I was already looking for new places to live, but I had to get through another year with my Sister from Hell. I approached my apartment complex. Mom’s car was missing from the lot, and I dreaded even going in. But I had nowhere else to go, and a ton of homework to do. If I made it to my bedroom & locked the door, I would be safe. With a deep sigh, I opened my front door & walked in. But to my horror, Peyton was standing right in front of me, crossing her arms. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts that clung tightly to her caramel-colored legs, with a baggy black hoodie that hid her breasts. She looked up at me angrily. Despite being 5’3, a few inches shorter than me, I was conditioned to fear her. “... H-Hey-” I began to speak, but she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt before pulling me inside. Peyton then slammed the door behind me before putting me in a headlock. “W-What did I do?!” “Shut the fuck up!” She demanded as she dragged me down to her level. “Let’s go to my room. Now.” “O-Okay..” I knew better than to deny Peyton when she was in a mood, and I dropped my backpack & cooperated as she walked me to her bedroom. My hopes at a Peyton-free night were out the window, as she shoved me into her messy bedroom. I whined as she closed & locked the door behind her. “Lay down, back facing the wall.” She sternly snapped at her unmade bed. Her white sheets had a discolored stain in the middle, making me cringe. Despite that, I crawled into her bed. My stomach was already weak, and nothing really even happened yet. Peyton then pulled her hoodie off, revealing a black crop-top packed by her bosom. She had a dull expression, as if this was becoming boring for her. It unfortunately wasn’t boring enough for her to spare me. She hopped into bed as well before flopping down on the stained sheet, then turned her back to me. She scooted back a bit and I was pinned between her & the bed. “Put your face in my ass.” Her command made me involuntarily lurch. I wanted to cry; it was constant. It wasn’t even provoked this time. “... W-Why do you do this to me?” I asked. Peyton looked at me over her shoulder. “Because I want you to.” She answered. “That’s the only reason you need to do anything. Now shut the fuck up & put your face in my ass. Now.” I hesitated for a bit. I wasn’t new to my sister’s butt, and I definitely wasn’t unfamiliar with the position she wanted to do tonight; pinning my face in her ass using the wall & her weight. The jean shorts looked tight, but were loose enough for some of it to get wedged in her crack. I visibly shuddered as I laid down behind her, pressing my nose against the small crevice in the denim. Peyton then scooted back with enough force to slam my head against the wall, pinning me once again. I moaned with pain as my nose was thrusted in her crack. I then felt her grip my free arm, pulling it up to her stomach. Then, after scooting back again, the ‘wall-press’ was complete. I feared for my life. Grrrrrrrrpppt… A bassy fart then filled my nose. Peyton’s farts smelled awful; even after years of this, I couldn’t help but squirm as the acrid, burning indigestion lit up my nose. Brrrbrrrrrrpt Fwrrrpt “M-Mph.. Mph-” I gagged as she mercilessly filled my nose. Part of me prayed that I got used to her gas, but I just couldn’t. I refuse to believe any die-hard fart-fetishist even could. Ffffff- rrrrpt “Mng~” Peyton moaned, then backed up even further. I balled my fists as my headspace was utterly tainted by that last fart. The airy, silent part in particular almost made me heave. “Deep sniffs.” “M-Mph..” I whined after hearing that. As if this wasn’t already bad enough, she also got a kick out of making me inhale her farts. “Ssnnfffff-” Bwooorrrrrrr… Immediately after taking a painstaking breath, she replaced the lingering odor with a new, far more foul one. Her bassier farts could clear a room in no time. “Mph- *hrk*” I retched after the fetid wind puffed up my nose. “Shut up!” Peyton whined over her shoulder. “I’m trying to watch a video! Stop whining & keep sniffing.” A tear from my eye streamed down onto the denim as I fought the urge to vocalize any more. Bwrrrrrrrt Pfroooorp Pbrrrbt! Pffrrrrrrrpppppt I continued being my sister’s fart receptacle for a while longer. Her last emission was particularly bothersome, still clinging to the denim pressed against my nose nearly a full minute later. Grrrbrrrrrrbrrrrrrrssssss… Eventually, the onslaught of Peyton’s farts caused me to vomit a bit in my mouth. Her latest fart festered in my nose, smelling like it had come from the darkest corner of her colon. “Sniff it!” She whined again, acting like that was something anyone could possibly do. My nose was already on fire. “Sssnnff- *hrk*” I gagged again. My body refused to let me inhale anymore. “Nmmph-” “Ugh- you’re such a useless little bitch.” She snarled, then scooted forward. I didn’t expect a break, but was too gracious to breathe clear air to even think about it. But while I refreshed my lungs, the sound of her unzipping her jean shorts made me stop. Before my very eyes, she pried the tight denim off of her hips, pulling them down below her butt. As well as her panties. My heart dropped as I was face-to-face with her bare ass. She looked at me over her shoulder before sliding back again. I fearfully turned my head, shaking it repeatedly in a non-verbal plea for mercy. “Ugh- no.” Peyton simply commanded before letting go of my arm, only to reach & grab my hair. I yelped as she tugged my face back down to her ass. “Face forward!” “N-No! Please, Peyton!” I screamed. “T-This is too far!” My pleading was cut short, as she scooted back so hard that my head shook the wall. I whimpered from the pain, then broke down. Peyton grabbed my limp arm, then scooted back further. Her bare ass was concerningly damp. The smell was obviously worse, but shockingly so. Even without any fabric to catch her gas, the unblocked area between my nostrils & her butthole made it unbearable. “*hrk*” I gagged from the sensation alone. But the worst was yet to come. Ppppppppprrrr… Just then, a long, bubbly fart bursted up my nose. My body tightened up as the unfiltered stench barreled into my nasal passage, permeating every scent gland I had with her indigestion. “M-Mmmph!” I tried pleading again, but it was no use. Peyton only giggled before shaking her hips. “Should’ve sniffed when I told you to, loser.~” She cruelly taunted. Ppplrrrbt Pppppbbrrr… My sister had fun keeping my face pinned deep inside her ass, gassing me relentlessly just because I existed. The torture never ended. Ppppplrrrrrrppbbbppt… Then, out of the blue, something truly evil came out; a fart, far wetter than the gulpy monsters prior. My face became concerningly damp, and it made me break. As if it was the first time being tortured by Peyton, I began to thrash. My sister groaned ahead as she drove her bare hips into my face, keeping my nose deep in her asscrack with no care for my well-being. “Stop!” She complained. I couldn’t help it though; on top of smelling stronger than the already-heinous odors prior, it never left. My nose was so sticky that it began to itch. For the first time in forever, I managed to overpower my sister. I pulled my arm out of her grasp before pushing her away from me, then turned my head to the side. With a world of fresh air, I tried to take my opportunity to breathe. But my disgust was ever present, and I began to dry-heave involuntarily. That fart was bad. I hacked so hard that my groin began to hurt. Furthermore, Peyton retaliated by kneeing me in the ribs so hard that I burped. I was a crying, shriveled up mess in my sister’s bed. “You’re useless.” Peyton snarled, sitting on her knees & looming over me. I was still recovering from the miasmic onslaught, and couldn’t fight anymore after burning up my energy. I laid limp as I then felt Peyton’s grasp on my arms, which tugged me away from the wall. I was now in the middle of her bed, facing the ceiling. Before I could even budge, two caramel-colored buttcheeks then appeared above my head, before unceremoniously crashing down on my face. I screamed as my sister sat down on my face; her legs dangling off the side of her bed. With her full-weight & my exhaustion, my attempts at pushing her off were clearly fruitless. Pppbbrpppbbbpppprr… As if nothing changed, another gush of humid, rancid gas bursted out of her hole & into my nose. My body locked up as I unwillingly inhaled it. “Mmh~” Peyton hummed, shaking her hips side-to-side. “I thought I was being nice to you before.” “M-Mmmph!” I couldn’t turn my head. Every breath I could take reeked of her bare butthole, and all the toxic farts that came from it. Ppppbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Phhmp! Proooooooooorpt Pphhssss… Froooooorpt! Grrooooorp It never ended. It seemed like every few minutes, she would unleash a full stomach’s-worth of bad gas. How was my sister this gassy? And moreso, why did she have to use me as her fart-receptacle?! Eventually though, the hours of torment came to an end. The front door could be heard from outside, and I felt like crying tears of joy. Peyton sighed before sliding off of my face. I gasped for fresh air as she pulled her jean shorts back up. “Go do your work, dork. And stay out of the shower.” She then snapped at her door with a cruel request. I slid off of the bed & stumbled toward the door, wiping tears from my eyes as I grabbed the doorknob. — — — SEGMENT II - Comeuppance — — — I had enough of Peyton. Years of her dominating me in the grossest, sinful way possible was one thing, but her taking her pants off was a first. And the fact that I listened to her instead of just taking a fucking shower after the worst torment of my life? Something had to change. Thankfully, my Mom Joslyn was home from work & sitting on the living room couch. After finishing my school work, I decided to tell her about it after years of keeping it a secret. I splashed some cologne on my face & walked out of my bedroom; Peyton’s door was closed, and the sound of music barely echoed from behind her door. I glared at it for a bit before walking into the living room. Mom was still wearing her work attire; a tight pair of grey slacks & a white polo, also tightly-fitted. For a work outfit, her curves were extraordinarily pronounced. She was just slightly taller than Peyton, but far more fit. The only difference in attire was dark auburn hair being removed from its ponytail, now flowing messily over her shoulders. I didn’t get a chance to speak before she turned to me. “Hey sweetie.” She hummed. “How was school?” “It was alright.” I asked. “Work?” “About the same.” She replied. “I gave Elissa something spicy to eat.” “Heh..” I have no idea who Elissa is. “... Hey, Mom?” “What’s up?” She replied, turning the TV down. I looked over my shoulder; the music was as loud as ever. “Oh- just tell her to turn it down!” “No no- not that.” I approached the couch & sat next to her. The look of concern on her face made my breath shaky. The years of torment could end now. “... P-Peyton’s been… r-really torturing me..” Mom paused for a bit, then muted the TV altogether. “What?” She asked. “Like-... picking on you, or..” “W-Well..” I shuddered as I attempted to put my words together. “... W-When she was in school, s-she would make me do her school work. O-Or she would sit on my face and m-make me smell her… gas..” Mom looked shocked, and rightfully so. It felt like I had moved a bombshell out of my chest for the first time in years, but hit my own mother with it. “S-She did it again a few hours ago. She does it all the time, and-.. S-she pulled her pants down this time..” “What the fuck? Are you kidding me?” Mom sat up a bit. “How long has this been happening?” “A-A few years.” I answered. Her expression turned even more appalled. “A-And you just let her do it?” Her voice grew louder. I turned back to the hallway out of fear. Thankfully, Peyton was just stubborn enough to get lost in her own world when the music was on. It seemed Mom realized how scared I was though, and got closer to whisper. “So you’ve been letting her do this to you? And you just never told me?” I nodded shamefully. Hearing that made me realize how dumb my decision to keep it a secret was. “W-What’s going to happen?” I asked after a moment of awkward silence. “Well, it’s obviously going to fucking stop.” She affirmed, making me sigh slightly. “But on top of that, you’re going to have to put some effort into protecting yourself. You can’t just let people walk on top of you like that, sweetie.” “O-Okay, how?” I asked. Mom pondered for nearly a minute. All the while, I anxiously waited for a response. “... Okay.” She then said, before standing up from the couch. After stretching her back, she nodded toward the hallway. “My room.” “O-Okay.” I cooperated. We both exitted the living room, walking into the hallway & up to her bedroom door. Mom opened it & turned the lights on, and we both walked inside. “Wait there for a sec.” She said before opening her top drawer. I stood idly, watching her sift through her very own junk drawer. Then, to my shock, she pulled a rope out. I raised an eyebrow as she bundled it all up in one hand. “Lay down on the bed.” Her request made a cold shiver run down my spine. But this was my Mom, and I trusted her more than anyone, so I did as instructed & hopped up onto her bed. Mom then tossed the rope over my body before tossing the other end under her bed. She then walked to the other side of the bed, pulling on both ends. I watched her tie the ropes together tightly; so tight that I felt pressure on my stomach. “Okay sweetheart.” She began, wiping some sweat off her forehead. “This may be a bit extreme, but I think it will help you put up a fight.” “How?” I asked. So far, this was too weird for me to even find an answer off the top of my head. Mom smirked slightly before stepping onto the bed. I felt awkward as my mother stood up on her mattress. Then, to my horror, she stepped over my body & faced away from me; my chest was between her legs, and her sizable booty filled my vision. “... M-Mom?” “I want you to keep my ass off of your face.” She then instructed, making my panicked breathing return. Mom then began to lower her hips. All I could muster in retaliation was shaking my head from side-to-side in frantic denial. But that did nothing, as Mom’s ass came crashing down onto my face. “Mmph!” I yelped. My nose was pressed between her cheeks, and I could see her back underneath her shirt from my angle. “Push me off.” She demanded, leering down at me over her shoulder. “Your problems won’t leave by letting them prevail. Use your arms.” My hands were still free, so I lifted them up & tried to push on her thighs. Ppbbrrrrrrrffffff Then to my utter shock, a fetid stench filled my nose. My arms tensed up as a familiar sensation plagued me; Mom just farted right in my nose. “MMMPH! *hrk*” “Well push!” Mom retorted. I continued pushing on her thighs with all of my might. “Ugh- darling? Are my thighs on your face? Push on my butt!” “M-Mmph…” I felt gross as I moved my hands up to her ass. My fingers sunk into her slacks as I attempted to push her off again, except something awful came from it: I practically spread her cheeks wide open. Brooorpt! “Mph- *hrrk*” I gagged as another wave of gas rushed into my nasal passage. Mom had definitely eaten some of that spicy food with ‘Elissa’. Ppfffffffff… To my horror, another fart seeped out; a truly gut-turning SBD that made me dry-heave almost immediately. Bbrrrr… phhhhp… Back-to-back farts shot down my nose. My eyes were teary as Mom inflicted her own fart-torture onto me. “Why aren’t you pushing me off?” She said over her shoulder. “Is that really all you got? I’m not going anywhere, if that’s the case.” Pffsssss… As if in agreement, another SBD inflated my nose. I gagged again as I tried pushing my mother off; my lack of exercise was clear. “Uh oh.” She then said as I continued to push against her ass. For some reason, that made me stop. “I can feel a really bad one coming. Are you sure you wanna stay down there, sweetie?” “NMMMPH!” I denied loudly, then pushed with all my might. That threat seemed to show some promise, as with all my might, I managed to press hard enough for Mom’s butt to lift off my face. I gasped for air as I basically held my mother by her butt, coughing from the residual gas she had cracked off. “There we go!” She exclaimed. “Good job, sweetheart!” “C-Can we be done now?!” I asked. “Nope, not yet.” She dishearteningly answered, sitting up a bit. “Lower your hands. We’re doing this two more times. Then I'll punish Peyton.” “T-Two?!” I whined out. “Mom, I-I can’t! Your farts are so fucking bad!” “Pff- I know, right?” Mom replied with a jovial tone. “All the more reason to push me off! Now lower your hands, or I won’t help with Peyton.” I huffed slightly before begrudgingly lowering my arms. As soon as I did, Mom’s butt came straight back down. I apparently didn’t have the hindsight to turn my head, so my nose pressed right between her cheeks again. I groaned as the familiar stench of her indigestion plagued my nostrils once more. Ppffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff… I didn’t get a chance to move my hands before a long, dry SBD puffed into my nose. My eyes widened as it lasted for several seconds. I went straight to dry-heaving as Mom sat on my face. “Hehe~ there it is.” She said, shaking her hips. I screamed as she smothered me. “Stop yelling, that won’t get me off of you!” “MMMPH- MMMMMPH!” I couldn’t help it. The sheer temperature of it was bad enough, but it smelled like a year’s worth of digested taco meat & rancid peppers. Even compared to Peyton’s gas, this fart was heinous. Pffffffffffffffffffff… Mercilessly, Mom pushed another silent dose from Hell into my unwilling nostrils. I retched hard as my nasal passage processed the horrid stench. I could hear her giggling above. “Hehe! H-Honey, you gotta push!” She said between laughter. It took longer than it needed for me to follow that advice. After two truly horrific farts, I raised my hands back up to her butt and began to push hard. But she didn’t budge. “C’mon, you’re stronger than that!” She called below. “Push me off before I fart again!” “Mpph-” I grunted as I tried to pry her ass off of my face. Ffffwrrrpt~ Another airy fart soon turned gurgly, permeating my nose with another fresh scent of Mom’s colon. I coughed as I pushed harder. The effort paid off, and Mom’s butt lifted off my face again. Bblrrpt! As I went to take another breath of fresh air however, Mom farted again. I practically gulped the entire death-cloud down. The effort that had once paid off went in vain as I lost my focus. I let go to grab my nose, but was immediately smothered by Mom’s ass again. “Ohhh, so close.” Mom taunted above. I whined from the sudden collision. “Sorry sweetie, but I can’t count that.” Pcfffffffffffffffffffff… Mom then let yet another silent fart out, once again flooding my nose with the stench of death. I tried to push her ass, but this fart in particular was way too bad for me to focus. I retched harder than ever before, making Mom sigh above. Fffffffff… “MMMPH!” I screamed again as another stream of fiery Hell was expelled into my respiratory system. I can see where Peyton gets it now. After a minute of fighting with the contents of my stomach, I grunted before pushing on Mom’s butt again. My muscles burned as I pushed Mom off. I didn’t even breathe, fearing another fart. “Okay, that’s two.” Mom reminded me of her challenge; I had one more to do. I recollected my breath as she stood above me. “I know this has been hard, but I think we can make it a bit more challenging.” “N-No.. p-please..” I denied tiredly, only making Mom laugh a bit. I was already exhausted, but a familiar noise made my eyes widen; unzipping. I looked up to see Mom’s grey slacks slide down a bit, revealing a tight pair of white granny-panties underneath. My heart dropped as I saw the skin of Mom’s butt loom above. “M-Mom, no! This is too far!” I repeated my words I used with Peyton. But Mom only looked down at me curiously. “You’ll be fine with it when you see how I punish Peyton.” Mom retorted, then bent her knees. My eyes were locked on her ass. Her squatting made the panties wedge into her crack; the white color casted a shadow within that made her butt appear way larger. She was already packing a bit of meat back there, anyway. I sighed as I accepted the inevitable, and lowered my arms. Mom sat on my face again. The difference in material from the slacks & panties were as drastic as the difference in smell: pretty damn drastic. I immediately groaned with disgust; I could tell her hole was right on my nose. Fffffffffffwwrrrrrrrrsssshh… As if that wasn’t bad enough, a bassy gust of gas was then expelled up my nose yet again. I dry-heaved again, barely able to stomach how bad this one smelled. I began pushing soon after, but the feeling of my mother’s bare butt in my hand felt wrong to me deep down. I pulled away immediately. Ppfrrooooooorp “Mmh.” Mom hummed with satisfaction after bombing my nose. “One more, sweetie. Start pushing before I let the doombringer out.” … The vague, menacing name of whatever she was about to ‘let out’ invoked pure adrenaline. I put my hands back on her butt and, with the rest of the might I had left, began to push. I once again ended up spreading her ass, but I was too scared to let that distract me. Brrrpt! “Uh oh, she’s coming.~” Mom evilly commented. I yelled as I pushed harder & harder. Then, to my utter shock… I pushed her off. “Hehe- that got you, didn’t it?” Mom teased me as she stood back up on her own. I gasped for fresh air as she pulled her pants back up. “Good job, baby. I’m proud of you.” “O-Okay.” I duly replied. That experience was as mind-numbing as it was trauma-inducing. “S-So what, do I just do this to her next time?” “If there is a next time.” Mom said as she stepped off the bed. “Peyton is a bit of a pushover. Out of all the fights she got in at school, do you know how many she actually won? Two.” “... Really?” I asked. “Really.” She answered. “And you, meanwhile, just one three of them back-to-back.” As Mom untied me, she reared down & kissed me on the forehead. As weird as it was, it was the only form of comradery I currently even had. “Now please go take a shower. You smell like butt.” “T-Thanks.” I slid off of her bed & ran to the door. — — — SECTION III - Joslyn’s Punishment — — — Joslyn’s son was in the shower, and she had an angry scoff on her face as she approached her daughter’s door. Peyton was always problematic & undeserving of even respect at this point, but torturing her sweetheart, angel of a brother? Joslyn opened the door without knocking. Peyton was laying with her back facing the door, unaware that it was even opened. *SLAM* The sudden noise made Peyton jump. “What the fuck?” She remarked. “Mom, what the hell?” “You shut your mouth, missy.” Joslyn snarled. Peyton froze up from her mother’s expression. “Your brother just told me about all the stuff you’ve been doing to him. It ends tonight.” “Ugh- seriously?” Peyton whined. “Fine, whatever. I’ll stop picking on the dork.” “That’s not it though.” Joslyn continued. “You’re getting a job.” “I can’t work anywhere though!” Peyton retorted. “Nobody will hire me!” “I know someone who will hire you.” Joslyn continued. “He owns a building in the city, and he runs a website that literally pays you for farting on camera.” “W-... What?” Peyton raised an eyebrow. “O-Okay? So I’m just going to let a bunch of degenerates jerk off to this ass?” “It’s all you’re fucking good for, at this point.” Joslyn growled, then walked closer. “It’s not like you have anything better to do if you’re torturing your own brother with your farts. And you have the nerve to call someone who would pay you for those videos a ‘degenerate’. You have some serious attitude problems.” “Fine- okay, okay!” Peyton cooperated. “I’ll do it! Just get off my case!” “No!” Joslyn growled. “As punishment for fucking torture, I think it’s only right that we both record a video.” “B-Both of us?” “Yes.” Joslyn affirmed. “I’m going to record you farting on your pillow & sniffing it. Deeply. And we’re going to upload it to the website so you can start making some money.” “Mom- what the fuck. Like- genuinely.” Peyton sounded ashamed; Joslyn grinned, then pulled her phone out of her pocket. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious.” Joslyn then held her phone camera up, then snapped her fingers at one of Peyton’s pillows. “Grab a pillow and sit on it, and I’ll start recording. And so help me God, if you even speak during this video, I’ll record you choking on my shit before I kick you to the curb.” Peyton’s heart sank from her mother’s cruel words. She looked into the camera for a bit before grabbing her pillow, then stuck it under her butt. Her mother began recording. Pbbrrrrph… Bbppbbrrrrpbbbp… Pprooooooooorpt Peyton farted on her pillow several times. Joslyn then pointed at her own nose from behind the camera. Begrudgingly, Peyton pulled the pillow out from underneath herself & began sniffing it audibly. The smell made the girl stifle a cough. Joslyn then pointed at her butt. Desolately, Peyton stuck it back under her ass. Pbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpbbt… She then cracked a long fart that alleviated her stomach-pain. Joslyn immediately pointed at her nose, making Peyton’s heart sink. Begrudgingly, she pulled the pillow back out & stuck it up to her face. “Sssnff-” Peyton drew an audible breath, but the smell was abhorrent. She couldn't help but dry-heave on the rotten stench. She covered her mouth & shook her head, too afraid to sniff again. But Joslyn’s death-glare scared her into cooperating. Peyton took yet another breath from her now-tortured pillow, and continued sniffing until her mother had a command. Eventually though, Joslyn ended the video. “Good.” She said; Peyton covered her nose & coughed before tossing her pillow into her already-full laundry basket. “Okay, and… Okay, I just sent the video to him.” “Okay..” Peyton didn’t have an attitude anymore, making Joslyn smile. “Do we have to do this tomorrow?” “I would.” Joslyn answered. “Because you’re going to be outta here in 2 weeks.” With that, Joslyn turned to her daughter’s door & left. Joslyn smiled from ear-to-ear as she heard Peyton crying from her bedroom. Meanwhile her son was probably having the best shower of his life. All in all, this was an eventful night that everyone would benefit from. April 13th, 2019 Normally, I dreaded even waking up. But today was different, and it was all thanks to Mom, Joslyn. Her punishing my sister was a first; granted, I should’ve told her about Peyton’s torment sooner. Before I went to bed last night, Mom let me know that my sister not only had a new, humiliating job, but would also only have 2 more weeks to live with us before she would be forced to live on her own. That was great news to me; I could finally come home from school without the fear of being tortured for no reason. But on top of that, Mom didn’t spare details on what my sister was doing for work; farting. Knowing Peyton would be recording herself passing gas when she initially planned on it being our ‘little’ secret was great; she hated being viewed as gross, even if her lifestyle depicted otherwise. I stepped out of my bedroom the following morning. Mom wasn’t in the living room, her door was open & the lights were off. She was at work. As I walked down the hall though, I heard the door behind me open. I turned to see Peyton walk out tiredly, wearing a pair of black spandex shorts and a loose black T-shirt. She froze on the spot as soon as she saw me and began to leer at me. “How’s work?” I asked with a confident grin, knowing she couldn’t have fun with me anymore. My sister scowled at me without a word; it was eerie, being watched like that by a woman who literally preyed on my misery, but I took it as her being pissy. Peyton turned back around and walked into her room before slamming the door. I smiled as I walked into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of juice and drank it while scrolling on my phone. It was actually the first day of Spring Break; not only did I have today off, but over another week as well. And Peyton couldn’t do shit! At least, that’s what I thought. As I finished my juice, the sound of a door opening got my attention again. Peyton must’ve needed something out here, and couldn’t wait for me to go away. I continued scrolling on my phone as she exited the hall. She then stopped in front of me. “Hey.” She snarled. I looked up to see her grinning at me. That alone actually made me feel tense. “Since you’re getting me kicked out, I need you for a video.” “I’m not helping you.” I responded. Peyton looked at me skeptically. “I’m not going to let you walk all over me, Peyton. Go do your job alone.” Just then, my sister walked around the counter and reached for me. I was quick to shove her hand away, but she only tried again; this time, she grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me off the stool. I stumbled to my knees, and before I could get up, Peyton turned around and sat. I hit the ground hard as she sat on my back. She then grabbed my arms and pulled them up, making me groan with pain as she forced me to submit. “Aww, I thought you said you wouldn’t let me walk all over youuu.~” She shook her hips into my back. “Listen, loser; I own you. You will do anything that I say, because I can & will make you, even if you don’t want to. Got it?” “G-Get off-” I wheezed out as her weight crushed my back. She pulled up harder, then leaned back; my face pressed against the tile floor, making me scream. “O-Okay! Okay, I’ll do it!” I couldn’t believe it. My Mom literally put me through a grueling exercise to fight my sister, yet she had me defeated in seconds. But I couldn’t focus on what happened last night; I was now being picked up off the ground and, after being put in another headlock by my shorter sister, dragged back to her room. She let go as soon as we got back there. She shut the door, locked it, then snapped her fingers at the bed. “On your back.” She commanded, then pulled her phone out. I sulked as I walked back over to her bed and laid down. Meanwhile, she pulled her phone out and, after propping it up on her dresser, aimed the camera at the bed. “I’m going to start recording. If you say a word, not only are we going to just re-record it, but I’ll make it worse for you.” I nodded back; my eyes welled up with tears as I let her do this to me. I couldn’t take it anymore though. Even if I broke at her whim, the idea of her farting on my face was too much for me not to fight. As she started the recording, I slid off the bed and charged for the door. Peyton then turned to see me try to escape; she stepped in front of the door and ran towards me, hugging me around my chest & arms. I tried to fight her off, but she wrestled me down to the bed again. I fought vigorously, and even managed to punch her in the eye. “OW- You little shit-” Peyton reached for my throat and squeezed tightly. I froze up from the sensation, and she took that as an opportunity to slide onto my lap and get her second hand on my neck. She squeezed tightly. “Do you feel smart? You’re sniffing my fucking farts, whether you want to or not.” “Mph- ack-” I choked for a bit before she let go. I took a deep breath of air through my mouth, then whined as my sister turned around. Her spandex-clad backside filled my vision, and she quickly backed up before sitting down. My nose was soon jammed between her cheeks, and her weight was great enough to where I couldn’t turn away. The familiar Earthy smell and heat from her butt on my face made me wince. She shook her hips seductively, then reached back before slapping her ass. The fat on her backside jiggled. “Are you ready for some farts?” She asked with a smile, hamming it up for the camera. I screamed into her ass in denial. Ppppbvrrrrrrrrrrbt A long, wet fart then vibrated my nose; the smell of shit and spicy corn chips lit up my nostrils, making my eyes clench shut from the rancid, burning air. Peyton shook her hips again, then slid her hands under her spandex shorts before pulling her cheeks in opposite directions. My face sank deeper into her crack; when she let go, I felt her cheeks on either side of my face like a vice-grip. “Sniff my fucking butt, bitch.~” She commanded in her usual ghetto tone. I was already coughing too hard to sniff it, and I certainly didn’t want to try. “Mmh~ you fucking love my nasty ass farts.~” Proooooooooooooorbt Another lengthy, bassy burst filled my nose, smelling the same as the last one. I coughed even harder as she filled my lungs with her rotten gas. She then moved her legs up onto my body, balancing herself with her hands on the mattress. She sat on my face with all her weight; I could tell my nose was pressed right against her hole. Pbrbrrrrbrrrrrrrrrt I jolted as another fart shot directly into my nose. I thought my Mom had worse farts, but Peyton was easily on her level. I felt my saliva grow thin as she tortured me once again. BrrrrrRRRRRRRBRBRBRBRBRPT! “MMMPPH!” I screamed as hard as I could into her ass after her latest emission; it attacked every pore of my nasal passage, and I could feel the death-cloud form in my throat. It was a huge, bubbly fart, and I had no choice but to take it. “Sniff it, bitch!~” Peyton was having fun with this. It seemed her punishment of a new job was exactly what she could’ve needed to become even more cruel. Bbbppbbrrrrrrrrrrbbt Poooooooooorpt Brrbrbrrrrrrrbrbrbbbbbbpt… Pffff… rrrRRRRBBBT! Bphrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpt The torment continued for another 30 or so minutes. When she wasn’t farting, she was making sure my nose was perfectly aligned with her hole, that way I had no choice but to take her smells. She was the most sadistic slob anybody could ever have the misfortune of knowing. Eventually though, Peyton stepped up the torment. She finally got off of my face for a moment, but only to make my experience worse; she pulled her pants & panties down again before immediately sitting back down. I didn’t turn my head in time, and I was met with the cringeworthy sensation of bare, sticky skin on my nose & lips. I tried to turn, but that somehow made me sink deeper between her cheeks. Pff… pff… pfff… pfffFFRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPT! After a small barrage of silent farts to warm me up, she pushed out a long, wet, deep sounding fart that practically inflated my nose. I thrashed, but Peyton grabbed my legs as they were in the air and hugged them, putting me in a reverse pile-drive. It didn’t matter what I did now; I was smelling her farts fresh from her butthole. “That was wet.~” She said in a grossly sultry tone. “Snort my fart-juice you fucking loser.~” “Mmph-” I vomited in my mouth as a wet sensation formed on my nose. Her fart was more than that; it was a violation. I gagged violently, even minutes later. She continued sitting on my face for a bit longer. By some miracle, it feels as if she ran out of gas. Rrbt Brrt Her last two farts were puny. They still reeked enough to make me cough, but I could tell she needed a refill. She finally got off and pulled her pants up before sliding off the bed, then went to turn her camera off. Once she did, she rewatched the video. “So Mom tried to teach you how to fight?” She asked, sitting next to me on the bed. I backed away from her weirdly casual approach. “How did that work out for you? I just sat on your face for forty minutes, and you didn’t do shit. Like the little bitch you are.” I was silent. She was right; Mom’s horrible method did nothing to help. I lived with two family members who sat & farted on my face, and I really was a loser for letting it happen. “That’s right. You stay quiet. You’re less annoying that way.” She then grabbed my hair before tugging me down. I headbutted her lap, and couldn’t get up once she used her hand to keep me pressed down. “Open your mouth.” I hesitated for a moment, but accepting my place, I opened my mouth. She turned my head to face her. She then spat in my mouth before covering it with her other hand. Her grip was too strong for me to break free, and I gagged repeatedly as her spit trailed down my tongue. “Swallow my fucking spit, bitch.” She beat my nickname into the ground, and I gagged again before gulping her saliva. “Good boy, now get the fuck out.” As I moseyed to her door, I heard one more thing; “No showers either. If I find out you take one, I’m making you swallow my shit for the next video.” The idea of a ‘next video’ terrified me. … … … I sat on the bench outside my apartment. Peyton was still inside, probably relishing in the video she had just forced me to be a part of. I waited for Mom, sitting on the bench for hours; mostly just to get out of the apartment. Eventually, Mom walked up the steps, wearing a pair of grey slacks & a red blouse. She saw me sitting alone and smiled. “Hey honey.” She greeted me, walking over to me. “Watch’a doin’?” “...” I didn’t know how to respond. “... Hiding.” “... Huh?” She raised an eyebrow. “From what? Is Peyton giving you trouble again?” “She… ugh..” I rubbed my eyes; I felt like I was going to cry just from recollecting what had happened. But Mom turned to me fully. “She made me be a part of one of her videos.” Mom looked at me with a disgusted, furious look. Her silence was off putting. “That little..” Mom scowled, then shook her head. “Wait out here.” I watched her walk inside, then slam the door behind her. Even if the bench was hurting my backside at this point, I still listened and waited. … Joslyn walked down the hall and opened her daughter’s door. Peyton was laying on her belly, kicking her feet behind her back as she scrolled through her phone. “Peyton, look at me right now.” Joslyn slammed the door behind her. Peyton looked up at her; her comfortable smirk fading. “What?” “What do you mean ‘what’?!” Joslyn yelled. “Did you make your brother join you for a video?” “So what? It’s his fault I have to leave now, anyway.” Peyton’s indifference made her mother livid. “So what?! He’s a fucking highschooler!” Joslyn hissed. “If his school finds out about that, he’ll be expelled!” “Pssh- I don’t care.” Peyton looked up at Joslyn with a smug grin. “I’ll just pay him to forget about it. Knowing him, he’ll come back and be in more videos if he knows he’s getting paid.” “You’re brother is not like that at all. He actually has a future.” Joslyn responded, walking toward her daughter. “It seems you love doing this degenerate stuff though, right?” “It pays more than your job.~” Peyton then remarked. Joslyn froze up and glared at her daughter with wide eyes. Despite her careless demeanor, Peyton felt goosebumps as she made eye-contact with Joslyn. “Is that where you wanna go with this?” Her mother then asked, stepping closer. Peyton sat up and slid to the floor, standing in front of her. She crossed her arms. “Am I wrong?” She then huffed with a smug grin. Joslyn leered at her daughter for a bit longer, then did something that surprised the girl; she shoved her hard. Peyton stumbled and hit her wall, making the mirror on her dresser rattle. Joslyn then unbuckled the belt to her slacks and slid them down. Peyton watched and attempted to step up, but her mother stepped on her stomach and stomped so hard that she fell to the floor again. Peyton held her belly and groaned, while Joslyn stepped over her. She then lowered her hips. “NO- MOM!” Peyton yelled as Joslyn hovered over her face. She turned her head to the side, but her mother reared back and got a handful of her hair; she tugged it upward, making the girl yelp and face forward. Joslyn sat her panty-clad ass down on her daughter’s face, using all of her weight; she laid her legs on Peyton’s squirming body. She then reached into her pocket and pulled her phone out. She opened the camera and smiled at her reflection before starting a video. She then sat the camera on the ground, propping it up against the wall so that it was aiming at both girls. With a content, excited smile, Joslyn pushed. Bbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Joslyn let out a relieved grunt after a bassy fart purred into her daughter’s face. Peyton screamed. “That’s for talking shit.” Joslyn began, then bounced up a bit before landing hard on Peyton’s face. Her daughter cried as she was smothered by a gassy, smelly ass. Pphhhhhhhhhhhhhhsss… “MMMMMMMPH!” Peyton shrieked after an SBD hissed up her nose, burning her nasal passage with the smell of digested Mexican food. “Phew~ THAT’S for making your brother join one of your nasty little videos.” Joslyn continued giving her daughter reasons for the cruel punishment. She shook her hips mockingly. “Young lady- you better sniff that fucking fart, or it’ll be more than just farts that I let out.” “Mmph-” Peyton cried into her mother’s fleshy backside, then took a defeated sniff. Bbblooorpt A bubbly fart followed immediately after, making the girl jolt after sucking up a fresh emission. Peyton gagged into her mother’s ass, making Joslyn smile at the camera. “Hehe- that’s for being a little bitch in general.~” “Mmmph- mmph…” Peyton tried to apologize, but she couldn’t get a word out; the mixture of crying, coughing, and a big juicy booty on her face completely stifled her. “And young lady, everything else I’m about to do to you is your comeuppance for bullying your brother all this time.” Joslyn said, then puffed her cheeks out. She had a stomach full of gas, and was more than eager to make her daughter inhale all of it. Prrrrrrrrphht… “MMPH!” Bloooooooort Brrrrrr! Brbrbrbrrrr… “MPPPPHH! MMMMPH!” Ppffffffffffffffhhhhh… Peyton shrieked after another SBD entered her system. Her mother’s gas was evil; she saw where she got it from, but was too disgusted to be impressed. Suddenly, Joslyn felt a piercing pain in her belly. “Uh oh, baby.~” She shook her hips. “Mommy has a bad one this time!” “NMMPPH!” Peyton tried to deny it, but Joslyn was already pushing. Her mother had trouble getting the fart out; she knew it was more than a fart at this rate, since she did eat a lot earlier. But on that note, part of her didn’t care. If Peyton ever bullied her brother again, she would just do this again, and she knew her daughter wouldn’t want to experience this again. Pfffff- pcch- BRBRBRBRBBRRRRPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPHT! An SBD led into a juicy, wet squirt, then was followed by a cacophonous explosion. What started as an uncomfortable, warm, wet feeling between her cheeks, turned into her entire ass being soaked. Joslyn looked down at her sides; her daughter’s carpet was glistening. Joslyn just unleashed a gallon of pure diarrhea all over her daughter's face. Peyton retched aggressively before burping; she vomited in the span of no time at all, and Joslyn only continued to smother her with her shitty ass. Joslyn finally stood up; shit dripped from her ass-crack, hitting her daughter’s crying face. Peyton shuddered as she gagged hard, then turned to the camera before vomiting aggressively. Then again. Joslyn picked her phone off the ground before ending the video. It was just barely 7 minutes in length, but was potentially the most hardcore video to ever be recorded. “Let this be a lesson to you, young lady.” She said, kneeling next to her daughter’s gagging face. She reached back and stuck her finger between her cheeks, scooping a fingerful of shit out before sticking it in Peyton’s mouth. Her daughter retched again, making Joslyn laugh. “If you ever even acknowledge my son again, we’ll do this.” She threatened. Peyton looked up at her mother with teary eyes; her face was a darker shade of brown than usual. “Clean this shit up and delete that video that you made him partake in. You have a week now.” … … … Mom stepped outside of her apartment with a new pair of black leggings on. I turned from my phone to look at her. “What did you do?” I asked. Mom sat next to me, smiling. “Nevermind that. Just let me know if she even talks to you again.” She hummed, then scooted closer to me. The sun was down at this point, and despite living in an urban area, the stars looked nice. I felt comfortable around my Mom. That’s to say that I was surprised when she broke the short silence. “Hey, sweetie?” Mom asked. I turned to her again. “... What would you be willing to do for me as a thank you?” “Oh- jeez, anything.” I answered with a smile. Mom smiled at me too. “If Peyton leaves me alone from now on, I’ll owe you anything forever.” “Pf- wow, baby. Forever is a long time.” Mom responded. “Sure, but seriously.” I turned my body to her. “Whatever you want, Mom.” She looked at me for a bit before turning away. She looked hesitant to test that, but I meant what I said. “... Can you help mommy with a new job? Just for tonight though.” She then asked. “Uhm.. yeah, sure.” I asked. “What is it?” “Well… Y-You know how Peyton started recording herself farting?” I felt a sense of dread well up after hearing that. “... Y-Yes..” I answered. Mom blushed. “Okay, so I was thinking.. I’ll… go easy on you.” She then stated, making the pit in my stomach plummet even harder. “M-Mom, really? I just got done with Peyton..” “I know it’s a lot to ask for, but I’ll pay you.” She followed up with that; as difficult as it was for me to get on board with it, the thought of making some money didn’t leave it totally out of the picture. “Since I need to pay bills, let’s say forty/sixty. I’ll give you a mask so nobody knows it's you.” “A-Are you sure that’ll be enough?” I asked, then realized what I was asking. I didn’t want to do this at all, even if I already said ‘anything’. “Baby, I promise. And it’ll only be for one video.” I looked at my mother for a bit longer, then sighed. … I watched my Mom crawl onto her bed and lay down on her stomach. Her butt poked up like two round, plump hills, and I cringed knowing I would be putting my face in there. I crawled into bed as well, sliding behind her. She looked at me over her shoulder, holding her phone up; the camera was active, and I could see my reflection. “Can I start recording?” She asked for my permission. Even if it was cool of her to do that, I hated what would follow. “I-I guess.” Mom started recording. She looked back at me again. “I have to fart and I want you to smell them.~” She said in a sultry, breathy tone. Seeing her smirk at me with pursed, semi-puckered lips made me want to gag; let alone, while she shook her hips in an inviting way. That was my que to lean in, and I did hesitantly. My nose didn’t want to lodge itself between her legging-clad buttcheeks, but I did as she wanted and buried my face in her ass. She recorded me over her shoulder. It was quiet for a bit, but she interrupted it by grunting. Pbbbrrrrrrbrrrrrrrrrrrrppt A long, bassy fart shot right up my nose and made me pull away. Mom giggled before swaying her hips again. “My farts are nasty, aren’t they?~” She purred, bouncing her hips up & down. Her posterior jiggled with each bounce. “G’back in there, I have another fart.~” I begrudgingly slotted my nose between her cheeks again. It was warm and still smelled like digested Mexican spices. Her farts were pretty bad, but at least I had the choice to pull back after each one. PffffFFFFfff… Despite being a silent one, it was still noisy enough for it to fill the room. I pulled back once more before grabbing my nose with both hands, and coughed so hard that I dry-heaved. Mom covered her mouth in an innocent, playful manner. “I’m going as easy as I can, baby. I went a little hard on my last fart-slave.~” I didn’t know how to respond to that; I was left with a new question, but wasn’t given the time or position to ask it. Mom slid her legs behind my back and crossed them before pulling me back to her butt. She arched her back, making her butt stick out more than it already did. Despite being in her 40’s, she went to yoga and was fairly flexible. With that, she pinned my face against her ass using her legs. Pbbbrrpt! I took another fart to the face. I tried to pull back again, but her feet prevented me. Brt A short fart followed. I tried to turn my head, but somehow, my nose was jammed so far up her ass that I couldn’t. That, and the pressure from her position kept me restrained. Thankfully, Mom let me go. I could pull away and get a fresh breath. She giggled at my disgusted reaction. “Okay sweetie, lay down.” She instructed over her shoulder. I tiredly laid down on my belly; pulling away would be more difficult now. I could barely see myself on her phone screen now, but what I did see was simple; literally just my head peeking over a mountain of ass. Bloort Mom let out a wet fart soon after. It bubbled up my nose and made me clench my eyes shut. She giggled again, hamming it up for the camera. If Mom and Peyton had anything in common, it was their farts & their actually decent porn acting; something I wish I didn’t know. Phrrmp… Proorpt Brrrrrrrrrrrr… Rrrrrbbbbt Boorpt Sss… Sssssssfff… After several more minutes of this, her latest fart was my breaking point. It burned my nose and was enough to make me get back up. I kneeled behind her and gripped my nose again, hacking in an attempt to rid my lungs of her fart. Mom smiled at the camera. Then, after a painstaking 15 minutes, she ended the video. “Good job, baby. You were very cooperative.” She commented on my fart-sniffing skills. I shook my head and wiped my eyes. “Thank you for doing this with me. I’ll pay you eventually.” “H-How did you even come to find this job?” I asked. Mom looked at me over her shoulder. “I met a guy who runs a website.” She answered. “He’s pretty nice. I tried to get Peyton to post on there too, but… I dunno if she’ll continue after I made her delete the video with you.” “T-Thanks, Mom..” I said, sliding off the bed. As much as I hated my mother’s farts, it felt weird that I had good moments with her after she finished with me. Mom sat up and slid to the side of the bed before sitting next to me. She hugged me around the shoulder. “I love you baby.~” “Love you too..” I hummed, leaning into her hug. |
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